by Ko Un
A slower pace, a somewhat slower pace will do.
Of a sudden, should it start to rain,
let yourself get soaked. 52 more words
4 months, 3 weeks ago
A Drunkard – by Ko Un”
I’ve never been an individual entity.
Sixty trillion cells!
I’m a living collectivity.
I’m staggering zigzag along,
sixty trillion cells, all drunk. 390 more words
Boats Against the Current
There is irony in my distaste for protest.
Sometime in my past – not so long ago, but far enough to seem somehow sepia still – I lost the taste for the protest of my youth. 257 more words
10 months, 2 weeks ago